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She walked in with swollen eyes. She had cried and it was just out of proportion. The reason was as mysterious as she was. With a smile on her face, she never revealed anything to anyone. A private person as she was, she dwelt in her own trance. A customary smile on her face as she greeted him. Clearly unwilling to tell and trying her best to hide the fact that she had cried. But how can eyes so red not speak for themselves? As reluctant as he was to ask her the reason of her grief, he still had to give it a try; as if it was some adventure sport, which it actually was. Should adventure sport look less adventurous and terrifying to anyone, one must try this to realise its actual intensity. “What happened?” “What?” “Your eyes…” “What about them?” she asked with an air of unwillingness. Her tone was clearly indicating her irritation on being asked the question. She never liked to be asked now, did she? “Nothing…” He decided it best to cut the crap. Just t...